Burger Van Song

Here they come, stampede of egos

Wherever they go we go

A status made uncomfortable to feed

He expected muscles, I was sure that he was weak

Observing from the platform far beneath

Hello sir what can I do are you looking for a booster

Has your head deflated and you need a poor soul to butcher?

Here, take mine, I see you’re hungry

And when you’re done don’t think just dump me

Go go go and eat your fill and get out of my sight

Superbia is sacrificed, stomachs to be saved

Move out my way please

I have pride you’re mortified

Out of us who’s more polite?

I’ve worked up quite an appetite for you

Ok sir, you’re getting mad but it’s not my fault you did it

A service you don’t understand, don’t you get the fact that you did it

What is it that I should do?

Touch the floor and kiss your shoe?

They tell me it’s nothing new oh you just want a fight

If I weren’t in my uniform I’d tell you where to go

Up that hill and through that bush then maybe you would know

I’ve sat up late quite traumatised with things that you have said

So go go go and eat your fill and get out of my head

Here they come, stampede of egos

Wherever they we go

Here first, You first. Like dirt on your shoe

I’m not, just not going to play along for you

But still I apologise for the things I didn’t do

Hold your breath, hold it tight

Stare ahead, don’t rise to fight

Force a smile don’t let them know that inside you’re about to blow

If I weren’t in my uniform I’d tell you where to go

Up that hill and through that bush then maybe you would know

I’ve sat up late quite traumatised with things that you have said

So go go go and eat your fill and get out of my head